Series: Night Shift Dirty Things Happen in the Dark Anthology
Author: Kindle Alexander
Release Date: March 17, 2015
Series: Night Shift Dirty Things Happen in the Dark Anthology
Author: Kindle Alexander
Release Date: March 17, 2015
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Hello everyone! Today we are stopping to have a chat with Brad Vance about his new release Have a little Faith in Me
Is the title relevant to the story if? How did you come up with it?
Oh, yeah, very relevant! I didn’t have the title until I wrote a scene with Dex in his family’s garage, hiding from the chaos and disorder that is the Dexter household. It’s the only place he can go play his guitar – well, the acoustic guitar, anyway. His dad bought him an electric one so he could “pick up chicks,” but acoustic? That’s gay. Dex is a really big dude even in high school, six foot three, and everyone in Biloxi is pressuring him to play football. But he knows what that will do to his hands, and he’s hellbent on being a musician. Nobody in his family believes in him, none of them think he’s got a chance in hell at being successful at it. So the song he picks to play in the garage is John Hiatt’s “Have a Little Faith in Me.” Because there are so few people in his life who do… Once I had that scene, I had my title.
And it’s doubly meaningful because of Rocky’s story of growing up in a fundamentalist Christian household, and coming to terms with his “double damnation.” One, he wants to be a rock musician, and two, he’s gay. So “faith” in his world is a negative, something that’s made him in to an enemy, an “other.” Even his grandmother, also named Faith, who’s the only one who has any, well, faith in him, becomes an obstacle sometimes because of her deeply ingrained religious beliefs.
Why did you choose to write M/M stories ?
Well, I’m gay J so there’s that! Write what you know, right? I started writing short erotica as “Brad Vance” because I found I had a knack for writing hot sexin’. And then when the bottom fell out of the market for that, as Amazon imposed more censorship on those stories, I moved into long form erotic romance novels. And I think I’ve done pretty well at those, too. I did try my hand at M/F romance, writing as “Angelina Vance,” but…it just didn’t sell. It wasn’t that good. I thought I could make more money, “write for the bigger market,” but my heart wasn’t in it. So I went back to what I’m comfortable with, what I do best.
Is there a message you would like your readers to gain?
I think my books and my career have the same message: you have to follow your own path. That sounds like inspirational poster bullshit, but it’s true. You’re more likely to fail walking someone else’s path than you are when you walk your own. You can’t live for other people, whether that’s being in the closet to keep your family happy, or not following your career dreams because there will be no safety net.
You have to choose to do what you think will make you happy – not because there’s any guarantee that it will, but because there IS a guarantee that NOT trying will make you miserable.
How many books do you have out? ( if so who. Why did you choose this route?
Oh, boy! I’m a machine! I’m so lucky that since I started 2.5 years ago, I’ve been consistently productive, barring a few episodes of “life exhaustion” that took down my productivity for a while. I have 22 titles in print now, five of which are novels. You can see them all here: http://www.amazon.com/Brad-Vance/e/B009PLAJJW/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1
I’m self published. I do it all, the writing, editing, copy editing, blurbs, and most of the covers, though I hire Aubrey Watt for the big jobs, like the cover of “Have a Little Faith in Me.” I’m a very controlling person, and I’ve gotten very good at managing all the little details. There’s always a typo or two that gets through, of course J
At this point, I see no value in going with a traditional publisher, even if they’d have a M/M author. Nowadays, they expect you to come to them with a backlist, a fan base, a marketing strategy, a big social media presence…so if I’ve already done that, what are they going to do for me? I don’t need the ego/prestige of being with a “real” publisher, and I certainly don’t need to exchange my 70% of royalties I get every month from Amazon, in exchange for the 15% they’ll pay me, twice yearly, with all kinds of accounting wizardry to justify paying me less than I’m owed (Reserve on Return, etc.). I don’t want to lose control over my book titles, jacket copy, cover art, everything…
If they’d come to me even six months ago, when I was broke and struggling, I’d have said HELL YES BIG ADVANCE PAY ME! But now? Fuggetaboutit! That’s going to be the death knell of big publishing – they are owned by huge corporations, and are as risk-averse as those huge corporations, so they don’t go out and find people who are just starting out and take chances on them. They’re like the bank now – you can only get a loan after you prove you don’t need it.
All the editors who turned down JK Rowling and EL James kick themselves, but they’re also relieved, because if those authors hadn’t been successful, they would have been fired for making a bad bet. Nobody ever gets fired in a big corporation for always playing it safe.
Will we see more of these men? What are you working on now?
No, they’re done. I kind of shoot myself in the foot financially with my novels. I don’t design them to be series, or to have sequels. Honestly, I like leaving my two guys right there, in that perfect moment of the HEA – why would I want to torture them in a sequel, which you’d have to do to make a good plot? Why make them suffer any more than they have? They deserve some peace! That said, I do have a vaguely cooking series idea around a historical adventure theme…But we’ll see.
Right now I’m working on a novel called “Would I Lie To You?” It’s about a billionaire software developer and the charming hacker/convicted felon he has to hire to help defend him against one of his competitors, the evil right-wing Krom Brothers. I’ve worked with computers for decades, so the research is already done!
This book is a new thing for me, because it merges the romance and character development of my novels with the insanely hot kinky sexin’ in my erotica. The relationship between Marc and Jesse, the two mains, is insanely intense on both an intellectual and a physical level. I get super turned on myself writing their scenes and they haven’t even done it yet! I really think this will be my big breakthrough novel – but of course every writer has to believe that whatever they’re working on right now will do that. You gotta have a little faith, right?
Book Name: Have a Little Faith In Me
Release Date: January 28, 2015
Cover Artist: Aubrey Watt
Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Humor, M/M Romance
Pages or Words: 291 pages
When Rocky met Dex, it was hate at first sight. Country superstar Dex Dexter represented everything that budding rock star Rocky McCoy had left behind him in the Deep South – the religion, the homophobia, the hypocrisy, the lies. And Rocky represented everything that Dex had denied, had turned away from, had refused…
When Rocky met Dex, it was love at first touch. Double booked in the same slot on the main stage at CrossFest, they fought for the microphone like two dogs fighting over a bone. And when their hands met…
Rocky has had enough. “No more falling for straight guys. No way. No matter how hot. Especially if the ‘straight guy’ looks to me like a major closet case.”
Dex has had enough. “No way. I can’t be gay. I can’t lose my family, my friends, my career. I can’t.”
What they’ve had enough of doesn’t matter. It’s what they’ve never had enough of that will bring them together…
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Rocky picked up the Gibson Hummingbird. Chris Cornell played one of these. What more did he need to know?
He knew exactly what he wanted to play. How many times had he played this song, how many times had he stretched his voice, discovering his own vocal range. The notes of “Like a Stone” flowed from his fingers in a waterfall, and the words were a flock of birds banking wildly in front of the cascade, flirting with disaster.
He came to the end, the roaring finish, his eyes closed as he sang the epic wave of notes in the last word of the song, “alone.”
He’d only ever played the song when he was alone with Korey, who was no cheerleader. Korey would nod, say, “Good job.” And then tell him where he missed something.
When he was done, he opened his eyes. His new friends were speechless. “Was it okay?” he asked doubtfully.
“Holy fucking great mother of God,” Rick gasped. “Who the fuck are you? Where did you come from?”
Rocky smiled. “Under a rock. I’ve been living under a rock.”
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Meet Brad Vance: Brad Vance writes gay romance, erotica and paranormal stories and novels, including the breakout hits “A Little Too Broken” and “Given the Circumstances.”
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Book Name: Served Hot
Release Date: March 3, 2015
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23450159-served-hot
Author Name: Annabeth Albert
Publisher: Kensington Publishing/Lyrical Press
Cover Artist: Kensington Art Department
First in the new Portland Heat series!
Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance
Pages or Words: 30,000 words
In Portland, Oregon, the only thing hotter than the coffee shops, restaurants, and bakeries are the hard-working men who serve it up—hot, fresh, and ready to go—with no reservations…
Robby is a self-employed barista with a busy coffee cart, a warm smile, and a major crush on one of his customers. David is a handsome finance director who works nearby, eats lunch by himself, and expects nothing but “the usual”—small vanilla latte—from the cute guy in the cart. But when David shows up for his first Portland Pride festival, Robby works up the nerve to take their slow-brewing relationship to the next level. David, however, is newly out and single, still grieving the loss of his longtime lover, and unsure if he’s ready to date again. Yet with every fresh latte, sweet exchange—and near hook-up—David and Robby go from simmering to steaming to piping hot. The question is: Will someone get burned?
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Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer.
Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter. In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two toddlers.
Represented by Saritza Hernandez of the Corvisiero Literary Agency
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A little idea niggled at my brain—like an evil elf had tapped me on the shoulder. “You know, if you give me your card, I could call you if you leave your wallet behind again.”
There. His cheeks went dusky pink. I finally got a blush out of him, but hell if I could decipher what it meant. I could predict people’s taste in coffee, down to preferred syrup flavor, but I still sucked at decoding anything as complex as human emotions.
“Ah. Um.” He did the nervous cough thing again.
“Never mind.” I wiped my hands on my apron. “I’d better get back.”
“Wait.” He opened the wallet, plucked out a white card with a blue logo, and offered it to me. His broad fingers brushed mine again as he handed it over. Another barely there touch, but I felt the charge all the way down my spine, like I’d chugged a triple shot.
My breath tripped with wishing he’d add a “call me anytime.” Brian would have. But David just stood there silently. Straighter than the Fremont Bridge and denser than a concrete pylon.
4 meows ~~moderate heat
A good cup of coffee isn’t the only reason David comes all the way to the food court when he could get one closer to work. Deep inside he wants to get to know the sexy coffee vendor, but a tragic past holds him back. Robby has taken the leap to buy his own coffee business. He makes a living but not much more, but he is doing what he likes. His prompt noon customer that shows up almost every week day like clockwork is another reason he loves his job. He too has a past that could keep him from pursuing the sexy businessman.
I really liked this story. The characters are interesting and the storyline is angsty yet sweet. I will admit i nearly cried a few times over David’s story then I was ready to shake the crap out of him and say get over it too. I loved Robby and his patience with David.
If you like good coffee, businessmen, interracial relationships, sweet stories, full of angst, and some sensual hot man-sex this is for you!
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Hello all, I’m thrilled to be here! My name is V.L. Locey and I’m an erotic romance author I pen both M/F and M/F romances as I firmly believe that love is for all, not just a chosen gender combination. I dabble in multiple genres, and while hockey romance is my bread and butter, I love to write some paranormal romance as well. Some of my favorite paranormal creatures to write about are shapeshifters. Since Cathy was gracious enough to have me here today to chat about my new M/M shifter romance, An Erie Operetta, I thought I would let you get to know the stars of the series just a little better.
Now it wasn`t easy to lure Templeton and Mikel from the secret community of magical beings they live in. They tend to stay close to home, which is Lupei Manor, a massive old beast of a mansion that rests along the shores of Lake Erie. In fact, it was impossible to lure them from their hidden world. If I wished to speak to my leading men, I would need to meet them in their region, it seemed. So, I bundled up and drove from Pennsylvania to Buffalo, New York. From there I followed the quickly passed along directions until I crept into a small coastal-looking town, not any different from several I had crawled through on my way here.
Light of the Lake was the town`s official moniker. I found the small bookstore, parked in front of the shop, and rushed inside, my glasses fogging instantly. I fumbled in my purse for a tissue.
“Here, use my handkerchief.”I peeked over the top of my bifocals at Templeton Reed. I would know his voice anywhere. I had created him after all. Templeton wasn`t a large man nor was he particularly muscular. He was kind of thin and geeky, with jet-black hair worn short, thick glasses, a penchant for skinny ties and thick sweaters, and the skill to morph into a skunk at will. Temp was the kind of man that still carried an invisible “Kick Me” sign on his back in memoriam from high school days. “Mikel and I are over here in the nook.”
“Do you and he have a book in the nook?” I asked as I followed behind the lean man.
“No. It`s a small nook and reading a book there would give him a crook,” Temp countered perfectly. I snorted. Templeton snorted. Then Mikel snorted. The alpha`s snort was not one of amusement. I slid my glasses back on then offered my hand to the towering man gazing down at me with amber eyes. Mikel Lupei was every inch a pack alpha. From his brindle hair to his massive build and lethal aura, the Lake Erie alpha commanded respect with a glance.
“Sorry to have made a witty,” I muttered then dropped one of three small chairs surrounding a round table. Three cups of coffee awaited us.
“Do stop making wolf noises at our creator,” Templeton scolded his lover then planted his backside into a green seat. Mikel gave the bookstore a fast once-over then lowered his massive body downward. The tiny yellow wooden chair creaked ominously. I held my breath. Somehow that chair held the whole of Mikel`s weight. “We don’t have much time,” Templeton informed me as he removed the lid from the sugar bowl.
“Pack business?” I asked then poured a dollop of cream into my java. “Another murder? More civil unrest?”
“Twister night,” Templeton announced. My sight flew to Mikel. The alpha shrugged one mighty shoulder. His dark grey suit shifted as his muscles contracted.
“Games amuse Templeton,” Mikel said, his gaze moving constantly over the patrons and store.
“One has to do something with a manse filled with unruly wolves and other sorts,” Temp sighed as he stirred his coffee with gusto. “I should tweak your nose for the situation I find myself in during this book.”
“Oh stop,” I chuckled, dropped a few cubes into my coffee, and stirred with less angst than my table mate. “You know full well that you love sticking that black-and-white nose of yours into things.”
“It does seem to be your forte, Templeton,” Mikel commented. From the side Lupei looked a great deal like David Beckham. Hell, from the front he did as well. No wonder Templeton was so enamored.
“No, I do not look for trouble. It just seems to follow me,” Templeton quickly explained.
“Phrase it the way you wish, your propensity for ferreting out undesirable situations then jumping into them is pretty amazing,” I said.
“It keeps you in a job,” the clever skunk shifter fired back. Mikel nodded and patted his beloved on the thigh.
“True enough. And since I don`t wish to spoil things for the readers, let`s just say that in this novella, you two are up to your hocks in unwanted houseguests.”
“Uhrm, yes, that describes things at Lupei Manor rather well at the moment,” Mikel said, his eyes narrowing slightly.”When Templeton and I decided to open the mansion to others in our community who were persecuted for being LGBT, we never thought we would be dealing with such an unwelcome presence at the manse.”
“But,” Templeton interjected quickly, “there is a reason that things have worked out as they did. We just aren`t privy to those reasons yet.”
“I suspect the reason is that my ancestors seek to riddle me for centuries about taking a skunk to my bed,” Mikel whispered. Templeton rolled his green eyes but said nothing in reply.
“Things are still quite archaic for you two,” I sighed. Both men nodded. “Today, in my society, gays are fighting for marriage equality. It`s a slow battle but we seem to be winning one state at a time.”
“How wonderful that must be,” Templeton sighed dreamily.”In our world, we would be thrilled to not be driven from our homes and thrown into Lake Erie with cement blocks tied to our feet.”
“Someday, Templeton, things will change,” Mikel murmured, his long fingers leaving his lover`s thigh to rest over his hand. Templeton smiled at his wolf whimsically.
“Yes, we have to keep dreaming and doing what we can in our own small ways,” my leading man announced. I nodded dully, knowing that my men still had a long war ahead of them before any change occurred in their world. “We will someday get some change, won`t we?”
“Someday, I promise,” I told them. Mikel stared at me for a long moment, inclined his head, then stood.
“We must go now, Templeton. We’ve spent enough time among the humans. And I do so enjoy Twister.”
“We take it to our chamber after the group game and play it without clothes,” Templeton winked after downing the remainder of his coffee. “I hope this little get-together was what you were looking for. Sorry for not coming to you, but our kind like to keep a low profile.”
“I understand. Thank you for meeting me halfway. And Templeton?” He looked up from buttoning his thick winter coat. “Be careful.”
“No need to worry about me,” Templeton grinned broadly, “I always come out of things smelling like a rose!”
“Rosy isn`t quite how I would describe your odor, Templeton,” I heard Mikel say as they left the nook with their heads low and their collars high. I sat and sipped until I had nothing left to sip and then I too pushed out into the wintery world of Lake Erie. Spring was just around the corner I told myself as I waited for my windshield to melt off. Perhaps the next book needed to be set in the spring. I bet Templeton would be hard pressed to dig up much trouble in the spring!
An Erie Operetta
Blurb: Templeton Reed, skunk shifter, is having trouble sharing a mansion with wolf shifters, even if one is his beloved Mikel, the alpha of the pack. Winter has settled over Lupei mansion and cabin fever is pushing the pack into rowdy behavior. To counter the boredom, and to instill some decorum into his fellow wolves, Mikel announces a trip to the opera is in order.
At first, Templeton is thrilled to be attending such a prestigious event. He is, after all, a lesser breed, and has never been privy to such glamorous entertainment. Sadly, what starts out as a night of opulence and refinement turns into a murder mystery when Templeton discovers a body in the cheap seats. Who, or what, has killed one of the elite of the Lake Erie shifter community? Who is the stranger that arrives to oversee the murder investigation and why is he insisting on staying at Lupei Manor? Will Templeton survive long enough to see act two?
Then, and only then, did I wiggle out of the side of the duvet to land on the cold bedroom floor on my hands and knees. I stood up quickly, my cock jutting out proudly. Mikel opened one sleepy golden eye, saw my erection, flashed me a smile filled with fang, then leaped off the bed. Toweringly tall, wide-shouldered and lean of waist, Mikel carried over three hundred pounds on his six-foot, seven-inch frame with magnificent masculinity. Even his damned toes were buff. I squeaked playfully and ran. This is a fun game for a lycan. Sometimes it’s fun for me as well, as long as I know the wolf breathing down my neck will be fucking me and not gutting me. That is a major distinction for a prey animal.
I skittered around the bed, my hand on the tall poster that rose off the footboard. Mikel’s big foot hit a small throw rug. He sailed past me, eyes as well as mouth wide, pawing in the air until his hand landed on his dresser. Cologne, a wristwatch, and a jewel box sailed off the top as the dresser lurched upward to try to support his weight.
I was giggling like a schoolgirl when I streaked out into the hall, my balls flapping in the wind. I had stopped and was in the process of turning to taunt the great hunter when a football slammed into my nose. I saw brilliant white flashes, a couple bright dots, and then blackness.
When I came to, I was back in bed with the blankets up to my chin and a cold compress on my nose. Three rather contrite-looking men stood at the foot of the bed. I placed my hand on the compress. I could taste blood on my tongue.
“How are you feeling, Templeton?” Mikel asked sheepishly, or as sheepishly as a wolf can. He had gotten dressed while I was in La-La Land. Jeans and a thick blue sweater suited him. I sat up. My head began throbbing violently. I lay back down, the icy compress on my tender nose.
“You were supposed to catch it,” Dave said, holding the offending pigskin in one hand. “I mean, I did yell to you to be like Jerry Rice. Didn’t you hear me?”
“No, I didn’t,” I said, then frowned. My nose was plugged with dried blood. I sounded congested. “Who the hell is Jerry Rice?”
“Oh man, he is like one of the most famous running backs in–”
I cut off Eddie with a sharp look. “I don’t care about hockey!”
“It’s football, not hockey,” my lover gently corrected. The two goons in Levi Strauss and officially licensed team logo shirts looked down at their huge feet. “I’m just saying that if you’re going to live among lycans, you should know the difference between football and hockey, Templeton.”
“And you baboons should know how to behave inside! I know that the call of the wild is strong with you wolves, and that being cooped up inside this mansion isn’t conducive to good behavior. But, on the other hand, we are not living in Norway with the Vikings. We are modern men, not slobbering pillagers intent on killing, raping, looting, and playing football inside a mansion!” I yelled, instantly hating how much I sounded like some medieval fishwife. I think I was haranguing. I did not wish to be a haranguer.
“I would love to pillage,” Eddie said with a grin that crinkled his scarred face and lit his gentle eyes. Dave agreed instantly, his eyes glowing with the ancient need to engage in bloodletting. Mikel cleared his throat, ending the wistful talk of the lycan homelands.
“They meant no harm, Templeton,” the alpha repeated. I swear, I am going to get a t-shirt printed up for Mikel with that platitude printed on it. Both men nodded enthusiastically. “You’re correct, though. I have been letting them run wild and it has to stop. The long winter is making us cabin-fevered and restless. Our minds are slipping, allowing our baser nature to come out.”
“Exactly,” I said. “What we need is some class, refinement, and decorum to remind us of what proper gents you three can be.”
“I don’t like ties,” Eddie muttered under his breath.
“Suits make me chafe,” Dave whispered to the side.
Mikel nodded in understanding. “Yes, I know, being confined in tight clothing isn’t the way of the young lycan.” He padded around the bed, removed my compress, then ran a hand over my head, smoothing my hair from my brow. “But this is something you must learn. Being civil and refined is our way of life now. So, to that end, I think I will call the opera house to see what production is coming next.”
“Opera?” both subordinates moaned.
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V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted goofy domestic fowl, and two steers: one named after a famous N.H.L. goalie while the other carries the moniker of a 60s pop legend.
When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.
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Secret Cravings Backlist Books and Upcoming Releases
Pink Pucks & Power Plays (Book One of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
A Most Unlikely Countess (Book Two of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
O Captain! My Captain! (Book Three of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Reality Check (Book Four of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Language of Love (Book Five of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Coming in 2015 only from Secret Cravings . . . Final Shifts (Book Six of the To Love a Wildcat Series) and Clean Sweep (Book One of the Venom Series)
Torquere Press Backlist and Upcoming Releases
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse (Part of the He Loves Me For My Brainssss anthology)
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 2: It Came From Birmingham
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 3″ He’s a Lumberjack and He`s Undead
Love of the Hunter
All I Want for Christmas
Every Sunday at One (Part of the 2013 Charity Sip Anthology)
Night of the Jackal
Coming in 2015 exclusively from Torquere Press . . . Early to Rise – A Toms & Tabbies Tale.
Hello everyone today I have the pleasure of chatting with Silvia Violet about her new release Burning Up. Be sure to read on for my review and an awesome Rafflecopter Giveaway (provided by Pride Promotions)
What inspired this story?
My friend Christy wanted me to write a firefighter ménage so that got the basic idea rolling. While I was attending Writers’ Police Academy, I got to take a class with firefighters and one with the fire marshal. Some of the pieces of the story came from things I learned in those classes.
How did you come up with this title?
I needed a title that fit the format of the series like Fitting In and Sorting Out. Burning Up just popped into my head and felt perfect.
Is there a message in this story you want your readers to gain?
Love matters and it’s worth all the time, energy, and sacrifices it takes to make a relationship work
Who do you think is the hottest movie star?
It so difficult to choose just one. If people follow me on Facebook they probably expect me to say Chris Pine or possibly Karl Urban. They are both awesome choices. But then there’s Chris Hemsworth and Chris Evans and RDj and…. I could go on for a while.
Will we see more of these characters?
You will certainly see these characters in the next Fitting In book although the focus will be back on Mason, Jack, and Gray. I’m not sure if these guys will have another book of their own.
What are you working on now?
I’m currently writing a contemporary story starring a closeted former Marine who runs a housecleaning business and a poetry professor who has just inherited a large house. It will most likely be titled Coming Clean.
Book Name: Burning Up
Series Book 3 of the ‘Fitting In’ Series. ‘Burning Up’ can be read as a standalone, but does reference characters from previous books.
Release Date: February 18, 2015
Author Name: Silvia Violet
Categories: BDSM, Contemporary, Menage/Poly, M/M Romance, Firefighters, Romance
Pages or Words: 45,000 Words
Cover Artist: Photo by Dan Skinner, Cover by Meredith Russell
Bryce has been a firefighter for ten years, but when a horrific house fire leaves him reeling, he moves to a new city, hoping to shove those memories behind him. As he adjusts to his new station, Bryce keeps to himself until Matt and Toby, two hot young men in his unit, throw temptation in his path. Bryce knows better than to mess around with men he works with, especially two newbies who are in the closet. But after a difficult day, Matt and Toby offer him compassion and friendship, which slips so easily into sex Bryce finds the combination irresistible.
Matt and Toby want to expand their relationship to include a third, and they’ve set their sights on their sexy bear of a lieutenant. Their first night together is a scorcher, and, more than that, it feels right, to all of them. But since Bryce refuses to hide who he is, and dating men on his shift is against the rules, all three men are going to have to make some tough choices if they want to stay together.
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My Review: Explicit 3 hearts
This is book 3 of this series but works fine on its own.
Bryce has moved from Atlanta and is now the lieutenant at the fire station. Matt and Toby are rather new and a couple, though they are in the closet at work so that they can work the same shift. Bryce is very attracted to the two but doesn’t want to get involved no matter how hard the adorable Toby is to resist with his flirtations. When Bryce does give in he knows that there will have to be changes at work or he will have to end his part of the relationship.
What will Bryce do? Will their relationship survive? What will happen between Matt and Toby?
If you like sexy Firemen, hot bartenders, threesomes and some really hot man-sex this is for you!
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“They’re watching you again,” Mason spoke in a low voice as he whizzed past Bryce, carrying drinks to the opposite end of the bar.
“You’re imagining things again.” Ever since Mason swore that Toby and Matt, who’d become regulars at the bar after Bryce started working there, were gay and interested in Bryce, he’d been teasing Bryce about their interest.
Bryce told himself not to look, but he couldn’t help glancing toward the corner booth where they always preferred to sit before going back to wiping down the bar. Did they sit there because it gave them a good view of the bar? Bryce scowled. No way in hell were his hands shaking. No way in hell was he letting himself get his hopes up. Even if they were gay, even if they were interested in him, starting something with two guys from work would be the pinnacle of idiocy. Hell, getting involved with more than one guy was insane from the start. Just because Mason and his boyfriends had made a threesome work didn’t make it realistic for Bryce. There was an exception to every rule.
“You’re wrong,” Bryce said as he passed Mason on his way to take a customer’s order.
Mason snorted in reply.
Bryce was glad to see the bar was filling up. He did not need to spend the next hour telling himself not to look at Toby and Matt. He did plenty of that at the firehouse. Toby’s smile could heat up and entire room and Bryce never wanted to look away from it, unless it was to contemplate running his hands through Matt’s wavy brown hair while staring into his dark eyes.
But if Mason was right and they were gay, maybe they really were lovers. If so, he had no business approaching them, whether they were watching him or not. Just because they liked to look didn’t mean they wanted to play. They didn’t need him fucking up whatever they had going.
Plus, they worked together. They were a team, with people’s lives on the line.
The line at the bar grew long, and Bryce got busy taking orders, making drinks, and ringing people up at the register. When things finally slowed down, he needed a bathroom break. As he headed to the back, he noticed Matt and Toby playing pool with a couple of guys he recognized as regulars. Toby waved and he waved back, hating the way his pulse accelerated. What the hell was wrong with him?
He pushed open the door of the restroom but failed to check his instinct to glance back over his shoulder. Toby’s eyes were glued to his ass. There was no doubt about it this time. He whirled back around before their gazes had a chance to meet.
So Toby wasn’t straight. Bryce had to admit that now. He was gay or at least bi, but he was just appreciating the scenery. That didn’t mean anything. Bryce appreciated guys’ asses all the time.
When Bryce left the bathroom, Toby and Matt were leaning in close, talking, arguing actually based on the angry expressions on their faces. Bryce hurried back to work, glad he didn’t have to decide whether to speak to them or not. Several minutes later, Toby appeared at the bar. Mason, the little bastard, wasn’t busy, but he made no move to take Toby’s order.
“What can I get you?” Bryce asked.
“Just cashing out our tab.” Our? Maybe Toby was just buying that night.
“Sure.” Bryce looked Toby’s name up in the register, ran his card, and handed him the receipt to sign.
“Thanks,” Toby said, flashing a smile that made his eyes twinkle. How was it that he made that single word sound flirtatious? Bryce was supposed to be the one who flirted, the one in control of a situation, but despite Toby being so much younger, Bryce ended up flustered every time they spoke.
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Welcome Louise Lyons
Places I’ve Visited – or Not
I’ve always loved to travel, whether it be within the UK or elsewhere in the world. I’ve managed to visit some wonderful places so far – both natural and manmade.
One of my favourite places in the UK is the Lake District in the north west of the country. I love to camp there, even though it’s often wet, and go hiking and climbing in the fells. I’ve climbed to the top of England’s highest peak, Sca Fell, twice, and also been up Snowden in Wales. Ben Nevis in Scotland is yet to be conquered, but it’s on my bucket list for the future.
I’ve travelled around a good portion of Europe too. A week in Paris during which I climbed the many hundreds of steps up the Eiffel Tower; a trip to Austria where I climbed the Zwolferhorn mountain; Portugal where I enjoyed the beautiful beaches of Praya da Rocha; a long weekend in Iceland visiting the Blue Lagoon and the incredible waterfalls of Gullfoss; and a two-week backpacking trip around Norway and Sweden.
The Caribbean has been ticked off my list, with Barbados and Tobago, plus a trip to Mexico where I visited the pyramid at Chichen Itza, ruins at Tulum and snorkelled amongst tropical fish at Xel-ha and Xcaret.
Peru, the subject of my novella, is a country I hope to visit someday. I envy my character Rhys, on his hike up the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu, and I would love to see the Floating Islands of Lake Titicaca, and the Nazca Lines. I had intended to do this some years ago and went as far as buying a book about the country including places to stay and visit, but life got in the way and I never did this.
I’ve been to the USA on a number of occasions – New York, Florida and an amazing road-trip around Texas during which I covered 2500 miles in a week. But North America has many destinations still on my bucket list, including the Grand Canyon and Yellowstone National Park – plus a drive along part of Route 66 would be a must.
I haven’t seen any of Asia or Africa yet and there are so many places on both continents I’d love to visit. Hopefully I’ll live long enough and earn enough to see the Great Wall of China and Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania, to name just two destinations near the top of my list!
Finally, Australia – I spent two weeks visiting friends there in 2002 and had the opportunity of climbing Sydney Harbour Bridge, taking a boat trip around the harbour, climbing Pigeonhouse Mountain and spending a couple of days in Canberra. The 26-hour flights were my least favourite part of the trip, although seeing the sun rise twice on the way home was interesting!
I try to make the most of every destination I go to, and see and experience as much as I can, right down to sampling the local food and drinks. There’s no such thing as McDonalds abroad for me!
Title: In Darkest Peru
Author: Louise Lyons
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing (February 13, 2015)
Moderate heat…4 meows
Shy and geeky Rhys White, has recently been ditched by his boyfriend of five years. On top of that he’s been made redundant from his job as a computer programmer.
Tired of being boring and unadventurous, he throws caution to the winds and buys a plane ticket to Peru.
Rhys’ adventure in Peru starts out well, but then disaster strikes. All of his belongings are stolen. Everything is gone—passport, wallet, phone, clothing, the lot.
Stranded in Cuzco, not too far from the famous Machu Picchu, Rhys tries to find someone to help him. He’s about to give up, when a sexy Brazilian named Rafael, comes to his rescue…
This is a very good story about a young man that hard luck fell up all at once.He lost his boyfriend and job within a week. He decides to do something spontaneous and finds himself in Peru lost and alone. Do Knights in shining armour really exist?My heart went out to Rhys. He is such a sweet , easy to relate to character. We have all been trodden on before and felt like running away and doing something we would never do and not act on it. this story combines real life lessons with the dream of being saved by a sexy savior. It’s a story of strength and daring. I loved the little twist at the end. I did not see that one coming.
I highly recommend this story
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Louise Lyons comes from a family of writers. Her mother has a number of poems published in poetry anthologies, her aunt wrote poems for the Church, and her grandmother sparked her inspiration with tales of fantasy. Louise first ventured into writing short stories at the grand old age of eight, mostly about little girls and ponies. She branched into romance in her teens, and MM romance a few years later, but none of her work saw the light of day until she discovered Fan Fiction in her late twenties.
Posting stories based on some of her favorite movies, provoked a surprisingly positive response from readers. This gave Louise the confidence to submit some of her work to publishers, and made her take her writing “hobby” more seriously.
Louise lives in the UK, about an hour north of London, with a mad Dobermann, and a collection of tropical fish and tarantulas. She works in the insurance industry by day, and spends every spare minute writing. She is a keen horse-rider, and loves to run long distance. Some of her best writing inspiration comes to her, when her feet are pounding the open road. She often races into the house afterward, and grabs pen and paper to make notes.
Louise has always been a bit of a tomboy, and one of her other great loves is cars and motorcycles. Her car and bike are her pride and joy, and she loves to exhibit the car at shows, and take off for long days out on the bike, with no one for company but herself.
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Pros & Cons
Release Date: February 21st, 2015
Heat low but sexy 5 meows
Con artists Jenna York and Ethan Summers always seem to cross paths during their travels around the world. With their partners in tow, the cunning criminals wreak havoc across the globe, stealing from the rich and giving to the richer. While Jenna tries to convince herself that she sees him as nothing more than a professional rival, Ethan finds it a little harder to fight his attraction to the beautiful thief.
When tragedy strikes, Jenna and Ethan join forces, but are the stakes too high? Can they escape this last job with their lives—and their hearts—intact?
This is a fun and cute romance about a couple con artists. Jenna and Abby have been friends since college and also professional con artists. Ethan and his partner Coop are a close tie.Can wanted men and women fall inlove and have a normal life? Do they even want one?
This is avery good, fun, fastpaced, though traditional romance. There is a few twists the best is that the main characters are actually criminals. Yes you heard right they are all criminals. Not evil thugs ors street gangs, but more or less high-class burglars.
The story is sexy yet clean enough anyone can enjoy it.
I highly recommend this to anyone that likes a good, fun romance. There is some sex but it is sensual well written and a loot off the page..
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As I slip quietly out of the suite and rush toward the elevator, I can’t deny I’m feeling a little better about Vegas.
That is, until the elevator doors open.
Standing there, leaning against the stainless steel wall with a cocky smile on his face, is the one person I really didn’t want to see this weekend.
With a miserable groan, I step inside the elevator and furiously stab the button.
“Are you following me, Summers?”
“I’d follow your dimples anywhere, York.”
Ethan Summers is infuriatingly charming and handsome. Both assets have proven to be beneficial to his career and detrimental to mine.
“Well, these dimples just lifted Bradley Jones’ credit card numbers.”
“Impressive. Although, one might argue that a more superior con artist would be capable of accomplishing such a feat without showing a little skin. Really, Jenna, I’m disappointed.”
He rarely calls me by my first name. Last names have always been our thing.
“Were you watching me?”
“Every heterosexual man in the casino was watching your little performance. Nice legs, by the way.”
“Not good,” I mutter.
“No, but I enjoyed it.”
Ethan grins as the elevator doors open. I don’t protest when he grabs me by the elbow and leads me toward the nearest exit. It’s not brightly lit, but there’s a very nice bouncer that Ethan greets by name who allows us to walk right out the door and into the starry Nevada night. He doesn’t let go of my arm as we hurry toward a black SUV.
“Why are you helping me?”
“You drugged a millionaire and stole his credit card info. I think it’s best we get you out of town.”
That doesn’t really answer my question, but I can’t argue with his logic.
Ethan opens the passenger door and helps me inside.
I glare at him, and he shoots me a sexy smile before slamming my door.
It’s really too bad that I hate his guts.
Ethan Summers and I have crossed paths many times throughout the past couple years. It’s unavoidable, considering we’re two of the finest criminal minds in the world.
That’s what the news says, anyway.
“Let me guess,” Ethan says as he pulls the SUV out onto the highway. “You used Rohypnol on Jones?”
I roll my eyes. “I’m a thief, not a sexual predator.”
“Well, you obviously slipped something into his drink.”
Ethan hums his disapproval. I can’t argue with him. Slipping Bradley a sedative is so amateur.
“I was desperate. The entire weekend has been a complete waste of time. When did the Viper install dome cams?”
“A few weeks ago. The casino’s hosting the U.S. Poker Championship next month. Ceiling cams are a requirement.”
“So, if you knew about the cameras, what were you doing at the casino?”
“Let’s just say a little birdie told me you were hitting the Viper tonight. I had a feeling you might need my assistance.”
“So you’ve been talking to Abby.”
He remains silent and keeps his eyes trained on the freeway, giving me the chance to study his profile. Ethan has a mop of unruly dark hair and deep blue eyes that make most girls go weak in the knees.
Not this girl. Nope.
“Like what you see?”
My face heats. I hate when he catches me ogling him.
“You’re an ass.”
He laughs. “Someday, Jenna, you’re going to stop fighting this attraction between us. I’m really looking forward to that.”
Amazon bestselling author Sydney Logan holds a Master’s degree in Elementary Education. She is the author of three novels – Lessons Learned, Mountain Charm, and Soldier On. Sydney has also penned four short stories and is a contributor to Chicken Soup for the Soul.
A native of East Tennessee, Sydney enjoys playing piano and relaxing on her porch with her wonderful husband and their very spoiled cat.
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Hi everyone! I have now officially tired of the cold. Yep I admit it after working outside for over two hours helping the hubby strap down all this shop equipment, I am ready for greener and warmer pastures. Or a nice cozy couch in a warm comfy window with my favorite throw and a hot cup of cocoa. I could use a shot of something in it to help heat me up since this heater isn’t doing much at all. We are still in Springfield at the hotel until tomorrow. I am by a window with a heater..no cocoa or shots to put in it..sigh. I will have to settle for decaf coffee or hot tea.
While the husband got his equipment I browsed around and found this pen turning book.
I asked the hubby if one of the tools he has does this he said no but this right here does. Odd we were standing right next to the lathes. Must’ve been fate right? So now i am the proud owner of a wood lathe and a lovely turning set and this book. My plan is to find some pretty wood scraps and stuff to trun not just buy the premade blanks.
I am still so cold I don’t even want to get out for dinner. So tonight I am doing something i havent ever doen we are having a pizza delivered to the room. It just arrived So I am off to eat!
Are you tired of the cold yet?
Things are too expensive these day to waste anything, so I have been into making things from scraps or trash. Yesterday I had some oranges to use up that were going bad that left me with lots of peels and seeds. I found this site with some awesome tips and tricks thesproutingseed.com.
Citrus makes a great garbage disposal cleaner so I ran a few down that after I cleaned up the kitchen for the night. I also cut a bit up into my bird food bowl I keep on the counter.I found this site with some awesome tips and tricks.
I decided to pick out a couple and tweak them to my own needs and see what I can come up with. This saounded simple and i had all the ingredients so I decided to give it a go.
16. Body Scrub. Wrap orange peels in gauze and rub it on skin while in the shower. It brightens skin. You can also try this orange peel sugar scrub.
Here’s how I did mine. I had peels from around 8 oranges. I cut them up pulled off any remaining flesh and place peels in my dehydrator overnight. After dried I let cool.
Then I ran it through the food processor till I had a fine powder.
I didn’t have the almond oil but I had an extra bottle of Neutrogena bath oil so I used that. I had about a cup and half of ground orange peel, 2 cups of sugar and 10 tablespoons of the oil.
I had found some cute little jars on clearance last easter at the dollar store for 35cents and had a 5 dollar purchase on a particular day coupon. I bought the whole case of these jars for very little. Since not everyone has these jars I decided to put some in a regular mason Jelly jar. I got 2 of the small jars and one jelly jar with a little extra. I also have a little more peels drying I think I will get at least one more jar.(with a cup of sugar and 5 spoons of oil.
total yield from 3 cups of sugar-2 cups of ground orange and 15 spoons of oil 2 jelly jars and 3 of the smaller jars (three jelly jars)
Someday I really want to try the candied peels, citrus oil and chocolate dipped orange peels as well.
I wanted to plant a few of the seeds as well, but these were seedless. Do you have a tip for using citrus peels?
Have you ever made homemade scrubs? Leave me a comment telling me your favorite way to use citrus and I will choose one winner to win a jar of this scrub! Be sure to leave an email address!